Page 92 of Fractured Souls
“Nice, Camden. Your turn. God, this is a great night.” Mark laughs.
“I’m going to be sick,” Noah says.
“Always wondered what an Eiffel Tower would be like,” Mark muses.
“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” Noah says, then looks behind him at Jamie. “So I’ve heard.” He cups Jamie’s cheek. “Love you.”
Camden grabs the basket while I down the rest of my drink. I need another hot chocolate. “Noah, can I have another?”
“Of course, my new superior best friend.” He flips Mark off, walking to the kitchen and pouring me another drink. When he hands it to me I thank him, as Camden pulls a name out of the basket. “Jamie.”
“Great,” he says flatly. “Dare.”
Camden smiles. “I dare you to lick whipped cream off whoever’s name you draw from this basket.”
“I should have said truth.” He shakes his head as Camden hands him the basket. Jamie rifles through it, pulling out a name. “If it’s my brother, I’m not doing it.” He opens the paper, smiling wide. “Noah.”
“No way!” Mark takes the paper, looking at it. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
“My man’s lips aren’t going anywhere near your body. Keep dreaming.” Noah sits perched on the edge of the chair. “Go on. Where do you want me?” Jamie chuckles, grabbing the whipped cream can and shaking it slowly, then he walks over to Noah. Hehasn’t drunk anything tonight, but the hazy look in his eyes tells me he’s on something else.
Getting down on his knees, Jamie slowly unzips the front of Noah’s onesie pajamas. “Lie back.”
“Oh shit, okay.” Noah lies back as Jamie draws the pajamas down to his navel and stops when he peeks inside with a frown.
“Are you not wearing underwear?”
“Why would I bother?”
Jamie shakes his head.
“Go on.”
Jamie leans in, whispering something into Noah’s ear, and his cheeks brighten, his eyes going wide. Jamie’s slowly trails a line of whipped cream down the center of his chest, stopping at his belly button.
With a wicked smirk, Jamie hooks Noah’s knees over his arms, tugging him down in the chair. He runs his tongue up the center of his chest, before stopping at his lips and giving him a little nip, then he stands.
“Holy damn,” Noah whispers, straighting in the seat and pushing Jamie away as he tries to put Noah back on his lap. “No, sit somewhere else. I need a minute.” He concedes, coming to sit next to me, but his hard eyes are still locked on Noah. A blush crawls up his neck.
“I’ve never seen him speechless,” Mark says. “I like it.”
Jamie grabs the basket, pulling out a name. “Mark.”
“Truth.”
“What’s the most embarrassing thing to happen to you during sex?”
Mark’s nervous eyes go to Noah, who sighs. “Tell them the pool-toy story.”
Mark’s eyes close for a minute. “Back in college, Noah and I were at a pool party and there was this inflatable raft. It looked sturdy!” he yells at Noah.
“Spoiler alert. It twas not.”
“Anyway! We both got into it—no one else was in it with us—and we um, ya know, and I wasn’t paying attention—”
“So lost in the throes of passion.”
“Shut up. I wasn’t paying attention. I went to move, I slipped a little and twisted my wrist, then I yelped, which made him get up to see what happened. The pool toy moved, jostling me, and I fell, but you know how there are seams in the plastic toys sometimes?”
